Happy Mother’s Day, everyone! We hope all you Mom’s had a terrific day. Around here, the kids woke up early, putting together a great breakfast for Mom and tried to let her have a quiet, relaxing morning — before going on their normal weekend rampage.
Wow!!!! LR cooked up a huge batch of waffles and arranged this delicious breakfast for Mum! I'm really looking forward to Father's day.
(moments after finishing breakfast)
LR: Wait! Dad! Don’t clean up yet! This is important!
(RJ and LR turn away for a moment, then turn back… with spoons on their noses.)
LR & RJ: (in unison) It’s SCIENCE!!!
Dad: Brilliant!
LR: SCIENCE!!!
Dad: Amazing!
RJ: SCIENCE!!!
Dad: Terrific!
LR: SCIENCE!!!
Dad: Stupdendous!
RJ: Now hand over your knickers!!!!
And a moment later, it was off to the lab for some more experiments.
(while eating breakfast)
RJ: If I had a choice between eating liver treats and a big bowl of Rice Bubbles… I think I’d go for the Rice Bubbles.
Dad: I think I’d agree. Besides, liver treats are just awful in milk.
LR: (giggles)
RJ: And… If I had to choose between being a rubbish man or building blocks for a job… I think I’d go for the blocks. Rubbish is just so stinky.
Dad: I agree there too.
RJ: And… If I had to choose between being attacked by scorpions, or eating a nice piece of cake… I think I’d go for the cake.
LR: (attempting to make it more challenging) And what about if you had to choose between being attacked by a lion or being attacked by –
RJ: (interrupting) a cuddly bilbi? I’ll take the bilbi!!!
(just before breakfast)
RJ: Did you hear all that noise last night? Was it keeping you awake?
Dad: No? What noise?
RJ: All those really loud rumbling and booming sounds.
Dad: Do you mean the storm? I guess it was raining a lot.
RJ: Ha! You just THINK it was the storm… It was actually my stomach. It was making noises ALL NIGHT! I am SO hungry!
(Some great friends visited from the US. Among the many fantastic gifts they brought for us were six boxes of real Cheerios…)
Dad: So. What’s for breakfast this morning, guys? How about American Cheerios?
RJ: You’re saying it wrong.
Dad: (with mock American accent) Amerrrican Cheeeerrriowwws?
LR: Nope. You’re still saying it wrong.
Dad: (confused) What do you mean I’m saying it wrong?
RJ: There’s a Cheerio over the letter ‘i’. You’re not saying it.
LR: He’s right, Dad… and I don’t think it’s a silent Cheerio.
Dad: Fair enough… Who wants American Cheeri-Cheerio-os?
LR & RJ: We do!
(LR is sitting at the kitchen counter, checking her email while eating breakfast.)
LR: Hey! I’ve got an email… from Nature Play?
LR: (reading) Now that the weather is starting to cool a bit, it is a great time to get outside and enjoy a hike. There are heaps of opportunities in March to get out into the bush, so why not give some of these ideas a go…
LR: (snickers to herself as she moves on to the next message) Nice try, Nature Play… Nice try.
(while eating breakfast)
LR: I’m doing a new post on my blog about the cathedrals in France.
Dad: Sounds like a great idea! Do you think you’ll ever run out of things to put on it?
LR: Not really. I can always just make up stuff. No one on the internet really knows the truth.
RJ: You know, LR. If you were two thousand years old and you had a blog, you could write lots of stories about your mummy friends and all the things that they’re doing these days.
Dad: Mummy blogging? Wouldn’t that be kind of boring? “Just another day, hanging out at the museum….”, “Well, I’m thinking of repainting the tomb…”, “I found this great sarcophagus the other day”…
RJ: Yeah, but the stories about the crazy one that escaped and is hunting everyone would be REALLY exciting.
(while eating breakfast)
Mom: RJ, you can’t eat the last half of the baguette by yourself.
RJ: But I’m really hungry!
Dad: RJ! You have to share it. Take a smaller piece and leave the big piece alone.
RJ: (in a low, growling voice) If it’s on the plate of eating, it will be devoured.
(while eating breakfast)
Dad: So will you be able to help me out with speaking French while we’re over there?
LR: Well, I’m only in French club, Dad. We haven’t really learned the whole language.
Dad: I’m sure there’s something you can help me out with…
LR: (pauses for a moment) Well… if you need to know any numbers or vegetables, then I’m your girl.
(while eating breakfast)
RJ: (staring at LR) What the…
LR: (raises an eyebrow and keeps eating)
RJ: (to LR, incredulous) Who are you?
LR: (rolls her eyes)
RJ: How can this… I… I… I’m totally freaking out!
LR: (annoyed) What is it RJ!?
Dad: Yes, RJ. Give it a rest, please.
RJ: Dad! THIS IS NOT LR. It’s a baby wearing a seven-year-old suit!
Dad: Oh really? How do you know?
RJ: Take a really close look at the eyes. You can always tell it’s a suit when you look at the eyes.
Dad: (peering at LR) I don’t know, RJ. I’m not convinced.
LR: Dad…
RJ: Look really close, around the edges.
LR: Dad! RJ! I AM NOT A BABY!
Dad: You’re right, RJ. Only a baby would say that!
